Month: November 2016

That shouldn’t really say “what’s for dinner.” It should say “what’s for every single meal today, and probably tomorrow, and let’s be honest, probably the next day.”

We eat eggs a lot in our house. They’re inexpensive and you can cook them in lots of different ways. And — most importantly, I think — it’s an easy choice when you’re tired or your mental health isn’t great and you know you need to eat something healthy and filling but everything seems like too much effort. Behold, then, the seven-minute egg. Continue reading “What To Eat When You’re Too Tired To Eat”→

How was your week? It’s the end of November, the sun sets at 4:30pm every day, and I’m spending most of my time shopping for Christmas gifts online (one of my favourites: personalized Nutella jars). Here’s what I’ve been reading:

The New Yorker – Obama Reckons With A Trump Presidency“This is not the apocalypse,” Obama said. “History does not move in straight lines; sometimes it goes sideways, sometimes it goes backward.” A couple of days later, when I asked the President about that consolation, he offered this: “I don’t believe in apocalyptic—until the apocalypse comes. I think nothing is the end of the world until the end of the world.” We need Obama in these trying times.

The New York Times – How Exercise Might Keep Depression at Bay
Moms have been saying that fresh air will do us some good since forever; turns out they’re onto something. It’s not perfect (what about the fact that it’s really hard for depressed people to motivate themselves to exercise, which only perpetuates the cycle of depression/no exercise/even more depression?), but it’s a start.

Even if you are sick, even if you are in a pit of despair, even if you were woken up at 7am by the builders working on the neighbor’s roof, I promise you this: you can make congee.

Congee is a rice porridge popular across Asia. I first had it several years ago when, laid up with the flu, I implored my boyfriend to get me something to eat. He combined what looked like not enough rice and way too much water in a pot, and an hour later I was eating the most delicious, warm, filling sick food I’d ever had.

Since then, we’ve had congee with his family at dim sum many times. It comes in many varieties: plain, of course, but also infused with meat, fish, or seafood, and topped with grated ginger, cilantro, and green onion. I love ordering it in a restaurant, because you can also ask for a side of youtiao, or “congee donuts,” deep-fried sticks of dough meant for dipping into the congee. For health purposes, of course.